"Aasif," I whispered, my voice shaky with desire. He didn't reply. He only held me tighter, his strong arms a band around my waist. His kisses grew more intense, all I wanted was him, His touch, his scent, him inside me. I was teetering on the edge, yet he held back. He held us back. He pulled away; his breathing as erratic as mine. His voice was rough, filled with an intense battle of restraint and desire "This is just for curiosity's sake, right?" His voice was deep, husky, a sensual murmur against my skin that made my pulse race even faster. Gabriela a young nurse from a small Mexican town, shoulders the world as she strives to provide for her ailing mother and little sister, Maria. An unexpected opportunity emerges when she's offered a job at a prestigious hospital in Al-Qamar. Thrust into the vibrant but unfamiliar world of the Arabian desert, Gabby grapples with her new reality. But Gabby's life takes a dramatic twist when she crosses paths with a charismatic yet arrogant billionaire Sheikh. Their worlds collide in a whirlwind of opulence and high-stakes power dynamics, their association marked by the Sheikh's emotionally barren, benefit-based approach towards relationships. A tragic accident abruptly turns the tables when the Sheikh suffers memory loss, casting a shadow of uncertainty over Gabby's future. The once arrogant billionaire stands before her, a man without a past, unraveled and vulnerable. As Gabby is pulled into a vortex of caring for the man who once saw her as a mere commodity, she grapples with the strange affectionate ties that emerge. With a newfound bond budding and the Sheikh's memory threatening to return at any moment, Gabby is walking on a tightrope of emotions, what happens when the Sheikh's memory returns?
View MoreStepping inside the Sheikh's room, a heavy silence surrounded me. The smell of antiseptic and sterility hung in the air, so different from the vibrant, rich scents I associated with him. He lay there, quiet and still, but alive. A hint of his strength peeked through the pallor of his skin. Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady myself. Picking up the newspaper from the table beside his bed, I started to read it aloud, keeping my voice steady and my eyes focused on the printed words. "In international news today, the global economic forum has announced..." I paused, watching him. There was no response, no flicker of interest in his eyes. He stared at me blankly, a look I wasn't used to from him. Feeling a lump in my throat, I carried on reading, determined to keep things as normal as possible for him. Occasionally, I'd ask him about a certain article, or joke about a funny comic strip, hoping it would jog his memory. The room filled with the sound of my voice, but the Sheikh remained
My breath was held as he closed the distance between us and held me up, I want this man so badly, he feels like danger and I am realizing that I love danger, he held me close as he sniffed through my hair, my neck while he hovered about my lips "Dear Lord," I gasped, his touch sending tremors down my thighs, a sensation I'd only read about in E.L. James' "Fifty Shades of Grey" or Sylvia Day's "Crossfire" series. But this seems much more intense; I can sense a burning sensation down there while his hands go through my body; I need his hands there, I ache for his hands, or perhaps him, down there where the wetness is glistening and threatening to pour. His mouth moved down to my neck, drawing a soft gasp from me. His hands were everywhere, and I ached for him to touch me in the one place I wanted him the most. The sensation was too much; I felt like I was going to burst if he didn't touch me there."I just... want to know what you taste like..." he murmured, his words trailing off, s
"Gabby, it's your mom... She's been taken to the hospital."Kes' words pierced through the humdrum of my day like a lightning bolt. The hospital phone I held against my ear seemed to grow heavier with each passing second, threatening to slip from my trembling hands."What? How?" I managed to stutter out, my mind a whirl of panic and confusion."She collapsed, Gabby. Just... fell over. They said she needs immediate surgery to take care of the tumor, if not it will advance..." Kes' voice broke, sounding as fragile as I felt.I have never felt this much pain, my dad died when I was 14 years old but ever since all I have known is my mother's love, but even she started going in and out of the hospital like it was a second home...A sinking feeling swamped me as I heard Kes trying to hold back her tears. Even through the miles separating us, I could feel the tangible dread and worry in her voice. My mom, my backbone, my everything, was now fighting for her life, and here I was, thousands of
Returning from a whirlwind day, I sit in the rich leather of the backseat of my Bentley, eyes closed as the intoxicating burn of a finely aged scotch tickled my throat. The world outside blurred into streaks of neon lights, yet my mind was entirely consumed by the fiery blue eyes and full lips of a certain nursing assistant.The door to my personal suite swung open, just as I was about to take off my Ghutra, breaking the thread of my contemplation. A whiff of her perfume entered first, immediately recognizable; it was Nana Yusuf, the only woman who didn't have to knock."Ah, Aasif," she cooed, striding into the room with a familiar grace that made me clench my jaw."Is there a reason why you did not bother checking with me first before coming, Nana?" I asked, trying to keep the impatience out of my voice. My solitude had been shattered, and not in the way I'd wished for.Nana pouted, her practiced innocence doing nothing to alleviate the frustration brewing within me. "I wanted to see
"Gabby," he breathed my name like a sacred prayer, His hands were a symphony of sensation against my skin, every touch lighting up my nerves like fireworks. As he trailed kisses along my neck, I shivered, feeling an intensity I'd never known before. His touch was like a spark igniting my desire, a flame I yearned to surrender to. His breath against my skin was sweet torture, sending chills running down my spine. I wanted him, more than I'd ever wanted anyone else. The pull was magnetic, but he held back, restrained. The silk of his robe against my skin sent shivers down my spine. The warmth of his breath on my neck made my heartbeat erratic. I couldn’t help but lean back into his chest as his lips traced the curve of my neck, each kiss leaving a scorching imprint. "Aasif," I whispered, my voice shaky with desire. He didn't reply. He only held me tighter, his strong arms a band around my waist. His kisses grew more intense, searing a trail down to my collarbone. I was becoming a
"Here's to our latest acquisition. To your leadership, Sheikh Aasif,"Omar declared, lifting his crystal flute of champagne in a toast. I inclined my head, acknowledging his toast while seated in my lavishly designed home office. A dull ache of solitude washed over me, despite the raucous laughter bouncing off the marble walls. A lonely figure amidst the chaos, my smoky gray eyes "I guess we've just padded our pockets a bit more, huh?" Ahmad jested, prompting a ripple of laughter from our companions. A ripple of laughter followed his words, a shared joke amongst friends. But this room was more than just a venue for our jesting camaraderie. Important decisions were made here, decisions that shaped our futures and changed the world. "Indeed," I said, with a thin smile, as the chuckles slowly subsided, my thoughts wandered back to my sprawling ventures – oil, real estate, technology. The threads of my parents' legacy are woven into each one, each successful deal an ode to their stern
Two Weeks later "Gabby, are you sure you packed enough socks?" Maria, my little sister, chirped from the floor of my bedroom, surrounded by an explosion of clothes, toiletries, and travel essentials. I chuckled, glancing around my room which was lit by the soft glow of the setting sun. The air was filled with the comforting scent of mom's cooking from the kitchen, mixed with the distinctive aroma of newly purchased luggage. Outside, the usual evening chorus of our small Mexican town commenced - children playing, the distant chatter of neighbors, dogs barking, and the faint rhythm of a mariachi band practicing somewhere. The familiar sounds were comforting, a reminder of home that I would soon leave behind. "I think three pairs should be enough, don't you?" I shot back, folding another shirt into the suitcase. At the side of the room, Mom was sitting on the bed, watching us with a soft smile. I could see the lines of pain etched around her eyes, but she was trying to hide it with h
And so it begins...The pharmacy lights buzzed overhead, flickering in the quiet, echoing the silent hum of the Mexican village outside. I traced a finger along the glass window, watching the sunset on the worn cobblestone square. The scent of antiseptic and medicinal herbs hung heavy in the air - a constant reminder of where I found myself. I closed my eyes, recalling the vivid dreams I used to have back in nursing school. Dreams of bustling hospitals, the sterile scent of an operating room, the exhilarating rush that came with the possibility of saving lives. Yet, the reality was harsher. I was miles away from those dreams, confined to the small town that held me in its tight, familiar grip. Kes’s voice, warm and filled with a hint of the Australian homeland she left behind, broke through my thoughts. "Hey, Gabby, don't look so glum." Her words jolted me back to the pharmacy, the dusty wooden shelves reflecting our shared predicament. "I just thought...you know," I began, my voic
And so it begins...The pharmacy lights buzzed overhead, flickering in the quiet, echoing the silent hum of the Mexican village outside. I traced a finger along the glass window, watching the sunset on the worn cobblestone square. The scent of antiseptic and medicinal herbs hung heavy in the air - a constant reminder of where I found myself. I closed my eyes, recalling the vivid dreams I used to have back in nursing school. Dreams of bustling hospitals, the sterile scent of an operating room, the exhilarating rush that came with the possibility of saving lives. Yet, the reality was harsher. I was miles away from those dreams, confined to the small town that held me in its tight, familiar grip. Kes’s voice, warm and filled with a hint of the Australian homeland she left behind, broke through my thoughts. "Hey, Gabby, don't look so glum." Her words jolted me back to the pharmacy, the dusty wooden shelves reflecting our shared predicament. "I just thought...you know," I began, my voic
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